In the beginning, there is nothingness
then lines start to surface
then form and substance
And they figure in a dance, possessed.
A path is created and everything unfolds,
everything escapes, wild, elusive, tamed…
They slither and flow, sink-in and then float.
Meanings surrender to symbols and
paradoxes and juxtapositions…
the mind wanders as hours sweat and thoughts linger,
breathing slides in and out.
Aware of the surroundings,
the struggle ceases to be and I am translated.
I am always chasing the wild heart.
I finished my cup of coffee and walked away.